Author: Denise

(Wednesday, July 8, 2015)

Not much left of this dream, but it felt very lucid, sensual, real.

I’m in my house, in the kitchen. It has the feeling that I have begun to ascribe to memory. Not dream.

The pantry is a large room with thick blue-green stucco walls to the right of the kitchen. On one of the countertops I find a thin book that is made of parchment-like sheets of wood.

Impressions are left on the wooden surface from a wooden stylus. Layers and layers of scribing. Runes. I know that the language is an early version of Danish.

Day notes:

I checked out four books on runes from the library last week. One was a first edition from 1968 signed by the author. It felt like a treasure. I am interested in runes because I have wondered if the book in my dream “Yoga Couple” might have contained runes, since the writing was illegible. I am hoping to create a small book based on that dream to submit to the Rolduc art show in 2016.

(Tuesday, July 7, 2015)

Bonnie, Jeanne, Peter and I are at the U of M, on the Northrup Mall. It’s a beautiful, sunny day. We enter Northrup Auditorium together, on our way to attend a lecture. Jeanne soon runs into a group of her friends; she stays behind to chat with them. Bonnie, Peter and I move on. As we enter a second room, Bonnie ducks out to use a restroom. Peter and I continue walking toward the central auditorium.

We arrive in a hall that is similar to the actual Northrup Auditorium. A huge balcony, many rows deep, spans the back of the room. But the shape of the room is a semi-circle and the rows of seats on the main floor are stepped, like a rehearsal space for a band or orchestra. Inverted ziggurat. The floor is made of white terrazzo or marble.

Peter and I walk to the very bottom of the hall, near the speaker’s podium, which is positioned in the middle of a white stone circle. On the wall behind the podium hang display cases that are very old, like the displays at the Edgar Cayce A.R.E. The cases are full of historical photos and literature describing the teachings Peter and I have given in our past lives.

Suddenly Peter is distracted by a group from the School of Metaphysics, four rows up from us. He goes to meet with them. A Trickster figure is seated along the aisle of the fourth row, bare-chested. When I wake I think: “Walter B.”

I stand alone at the base of the ziggurat, looking about, a little bit lonely. Then I see a beam of bright white light coming from an opening door, at the upper level of the auditorium, the outer wall at my left. I head for the light.

(Tuesday, July 7, 2015)

Larry McGowan, my coworker who passed away two years ago on his way to work from a heart attack, is visiting me at my house, along with a 60-ish grey-haired woman I don’t recognize. The woman has a somewhat masculine presence. She is dressed simply in a long-sleeved knit shirt and trousers. Her hair is short and curly. She is not wearing makeup.

It’s pitch black outside and beginning to snow. Larry and the woman need to leave. I offer to come with them, and I take a few steps along the front walkway. But Larry declines my offer. In the dream I wonder if the woman is passing over to the other side, with Larry as her escort.

Day notes:

I have a fainting spell at work. It begins with sharp abdominal pain and cold sweats. My GP’s nurse thinks it is a cardio event, but I am unsure.

I dreamt of Larry’s passing right before Chris and I headed to the Black Hills and got stuck in Winter Storm Atlas. Larry died a few weeks after we returned.

07/15/2023: I rereading this dream and thinking it is about my coworker Cyndi dying of breast cancer. She did not have cancer when she started working at Ergotron.